| Tied down against the tracks
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| Screaming in silent, black and white
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| Why’d you trust us? |
| We are such villains
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| We would tell ourselves anything
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| We want to hear, if we are willing
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| To listen is to learn
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| Then too much is what we deserve
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| And how come when we say that we do
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| We don’t
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| Pray to anybody you want
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| We won’t
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| But if we’re the ones to blame then the fruit
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| Shouldn’t taste so good, we were used
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| Used to thinking we got nothing to lose
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| We’re losing everything but the truth
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| Walking straight into a roadblock
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| Ending left, here bending
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| Your point of view was chosen by the serpent’s ruse
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| With all its do’s and don’ts
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| The future is an empty promise
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| Unconcerned and so tired of waiting
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| We could sell it wooden horses
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| Full of nightmares and when they open
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| This all might recompose
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| There’s no going back to the good old days
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| It’s just a phase bring in some new life
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| Archaism is a dusty road leading us back to nowhere |